Suguru squeals when Satoru twists her nipple, jerking back away from her former friend and rubbing her nipple. "What the fuck, Satoru, are you a child?" she bursts out. "Still incapable of being anywhere close to mature, I see."
Her voice is maybe a little high. A little breathless. Her cunt certainly isn't wet and clenching around nothing.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples had always been sensitive, not that Satoru knew that.
"I have actual friends, not people I pay to hang out with me or people who want to mooch off my fame. Pity you'll never understand that." She doesn't know if Satoru hears her before the door slams closed. Suguru doesn't care. She's fuming over it, and grabs her phone. She has Satoru's contact information now, and she finds an old picture of her, Manami, Miguel and Larue in a karaoke booth, posing together to send to Satoru. Suguru obviously looks younger, so she can't even accuse Suguru of staging it.
After sending it off, she tosses down her phone, and then throws herself on her bed, digging in her nightstand for the vibrator she usually carries. It's an unsatisfying orgasm, Suguru too impatient to take her time on getting off the first time, but her breasts are aching and her cunt throbbing with repressed arousal.
Seeing Satoru in person after all these years made Suguru intensely aware of the desire she still harbored for Satoru. No one had made her burn quite the same way, no one made her very bones ache. At least it was only desire, which Suguru was good at dealing with, channeling all that passion into her music, and they wouldn't be alone often, so it wasn't like she was going to have opportunities to act on any impulses she had.
She showered after her rather disappointing orgasm, and crawled into bed, doing her best to forget about Satoru and everything they'd talked about, only to be plagued by restless dreams all night, waking up once with her fingers down her panties and Satoru's name on her lips. She hadn't even done that as a teenager, and felt mortified when she realized what she was doing. Rather than attempting to sleep again, she found her way to the hotel gym, working out some of her stress on the elliptical and weights until she needed to be up for the day.
Of course, she couldn't escape Satoru and her team completely, since they were putting on a show together, but she did make her way to the venue earlier than she needed to, simply so she wouldn't see Satoru alone again.
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Her voice is maybe a little high. A little breathless. Her cunt certainly isn't wet and clenching around nothing.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples had always been sensitive, not that Satoru knew that.
"I have actual friends, not people I pay to hang out with me or people who want to mooch off my fame. Pity you'll never understand that." She doesn't know if Satoru hears her before the door slams closed. Suguru doesn't care. She's fuming over it, and grabs her phone. She has Satoru's contact information now, and she finds an old picture of her, Manami, Miguel and Larue in a karaoke booth, posing together to send to Satoru. Suguru obviously looks younger, so she can't even accuse Suguru of staging it.
After sending it off, she tosses down her phone, and then throws herself on her bed, digging in her nightstand for the vibrator she usually carries. It's an unsatisfying orgasm, Suguru too impatient to take her time on getting off the first time, but her breasts are aching and her cunt throbbing with repressed arousal.
Seeing Satoru in person after all these years made Suguru intensely aware of the desire she still harbored for Satoru. No one had made her burn quite the same way, no one made her very bones ache. At least it was only desire, which Suguru was good at dealing with, channeling all that passion into her music, and they wouldn't be alone often, so it wasn't like she was going to have opportunities to act on any impulses she had.
She showered after her rather disappointing orgasm, and crawled into bed, doing her best to forget about Satoru and everything they'd talked about, only to be plagued by restless dreams all night, waking up once with her fingers down her panties and Satoru's name on her lips. She hadn't even done that as a teenager, and felt mortified when she realized what she was doing. Rather than attempting to sleep again, she found her way to the hotel gym, working out some of her stress on the elliptical and weights until she needed to be up for the day.
Of course, she couldn't escape Satoru and her team completely, since they were putting on a show together, but she did make her way to the venue earlier than she needed to, simply so she wouldn't see Satoru alone again.